Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 867 481: Devour, Replace, Incarnate

"What's happening to father?"
No longer the Ice Princess, but now dubbed the Winter Lord, Scadilo gazed in awe at the father who had transformed into a crimson sun within the temple.
"Dragon King! Father is ascending to become a Dragon King!"
Terramus, also present, looked up at the father who had rarely revealed his true form since constructing the Heavenly Temple, eyes filled with admiration and longing.
"Dragon King!"
While this was incredibly exciting and joyous news, as their biological father was ascending to become a truly immortal being, obtaining the status to converse equally with the gods or even overlook them, every member present was no longer the fledgling of yesteryears, each ruling over territories, conquering multiple plane worlds as Expeditionary Army Commanders.
As commanders, they possess the most basic strategic insight, knowing that their father, as the core of the Golden Order, is an irreplaceable existence.
Now with their father ascending to Dragon King and entering slumber, who would replace him to intimidate the dissatisfied gods and the evil demons lurking in the void?
"Your Highnesses, the grand ceremony is about to commence, who will preside over this ritual now?"
Though there was an early attempt to block the news, with the approaching once-a-decade ritual, the fairies, unable to keep the secret any longer, decided to involve the three offspring of the Holy Dragon Emperor, leaving them with this thorny problem to solve.
Upon hearing the fairies' inquiry, the gaze of Terramus and Scadilo naturally fell upon their elder brother. Even knowing it was inappropriate, Terramus had no choice but to agree reluctantly.
Because aside from their father, in terms of identity, there really was no one more suitable than him. Yet, Terramus also knew well that once he appeared at the Heavenly Temple to substitute father in supporting the sacrificial ceremony, it would undoubtedly spark numerous grievances and even revolts, which, at his current ability, he was unable to bear.
However, now that father had already entered slumber, the grand ceremony must proceed. If not him, then who? Or cancel the grand ceremony? That would be more unfavorable than proceeding with reluctance.
Each sacrificial ceremony could further propel father along the Dragon King Road, common knowledge for Noah's offspring, the very reason behind their grand expeditions.
Indeed, just as Terramus foresaw, when he replaced his father at the altar of heavens, following protocol and bringing numerous treasures with the invading battle group leaders, plane governors, as well as ambassadors and monarchs of all nations, they all widened their eyes, and numerous chaotic voices surged from all directions like a tide.
Nonetheless, as the identity of the Holy Dragon's eldest son could still uphold a ceremony, thus although numerous Dragon-man Battle Groups and plenty of True Blood's Favored felt discontent, they merely grumbled verbally.
These Dragon-men took no actual actions, and as for the vassal state ambassadors and monarchs present to worship, they mainly had no right to complain.
The discontent among the Dragon-men wasn't due to the fact that this ritual was sustained by someone other than the Holy Dragon; the identity of the Holy Dragon's eldest son was naturally sufficient for a ceremony. Their real dissatisfaction stemmed from not being able to witness the Holy Dragon themselves.
This dissatisfaction peaked with the appearance of Iliad, proceeding from the official commencement of the ritual to the revival of World Will, the collection of offerings, and when the World Will descended with feedback.
"Where is the Holy Dragon Emperor?"
"We seek Holy Noah!"
For in that moment when World Will descended with feedback, though they could neither see nor sense the arrival of Source Energy, they felt the presence bearing a trace of Source Energy, hidden within the temple as a glorious sun.
Holy Dragon Noah
When the visiting Dragon-men became agitated, their emotions growing high and fervent, an invisible field unfolded, suppressing the entire scene.
"Father!"
Even though he had already set foot on the plane battlefield multiple times, conducted more than one plane-level wars, presently Iliad was still overwhelmed, looking up both astonished and delighted towards the temple ahead.
Crimson radiance burst from the temple as two thick Dragon Beards, swaying seemingly in the wind, became visible first. Ordinary juvenile Golden Dragons were likely not as long as these two Dragon Beards.
His metallic sheen, the lower jaw radiating the glory of immortal gold soon emerged, and as the complete mandibles appeared, both heavens and earth plunged into absolute silence, all creatures prostrated in their entirety, including initially noisy Dragon-men, who were first to bow because the highest supreme majesty had descended.
On both sides of the dragon's cheeks, a dense array of golden scales blazed with fierce flame, each measuring several meters in diameter, within which, flames seethed as if burning blood red, inflaming every corner of the dragon's body, even burning from the Dragon Beards.
On the golden dragon's forehead, six dragon horns extended in different directions, jagged like mountainous peaks, a supreme crown signifying the highest bloodline of the Dragon Clan.
It's a pity that the current crowned entity kept his eyes tightly closed, the presence that protruded its head from the temple was still in a slumbering state, yet despite this, the majesty exuded with the emergence of its head quelled and nullified all discontent.